As the black Lincoln Towncars sped past him, Alan signaled left in a seemingly futile attempt to join the traffic in the outbound lanes at the passenger pick-up area. The holiday rush always intensified the confusion in this area of the airport as the knowledgeable limo drivers and taxi drivers interacted with the novice nervousness of the Cadillac driving,...
Several years ago before we married Debbie and I (John) went on a double date that changed us forever. We were seniors in high school, Jesse a friend of Debbie's friend wanted to double date with his new girlfriend Sally, Debbie and I. Jesse and I played basketball together but I wouldn't call us good friends or any thing like that. Jesse was very cocky, tal...
Learning to drive is one of the great pleasures of high school. Tom, Lisa, and Fred were all in the same "on-road" driving class. These three would go out with their instructor for an hour at a time each day. Twenty minutes each and this eventually satisfied the state's requirements. The class was a total of three months long, so the three students would be...
It wasn't enough that old uncle what's his name was being given his final send off. They had to spend an otherwise delightful road trip in the pouring rain, thought Carla Potts, Lonnie and Cheek's 29 year old daughter, as she sat dozing in the car's front seat. She wasn't really interested in going to the funeral. There was no DNA between her and the dead gu...
Author's Note: All persons in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old. ***** For the last few weeks, Rick Dempsey and Ray Collins had been discussing what they would be doing for the rest of their lives. They were both 18 years old, had just graduated from the local high school and were debating whether to join the military service or go to work in...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 323-word story in German starting 'freitag abend 18hr' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here...
“Perfect!” screamed Jeff, “This is fucking perfect!” It absolutely was not perfect. In fact this was horrible. Jeff’s car just overheated on the most deserted road in Texas. “Fuuuck!” He screamed into open car engine. The was the worst thing that could have happened. And he only had, he checked his watch, 4 more hours! The AC had gone a couple miles back, b...
All characters are consensual participants at and over the age of 18. ***** Regionals were a hit and we ended placing in the top three, earning us a spot in the state playoffs. The girls were hooting and hollering all through the hotel after the victory and we were almost kicked for noise violations. Jim and I didn't try to dampen their good time too much...
My college was a beautiful campus of limestone buildings., located in a pastoral river town, which likely was a center of waterway oriented commerce 150 years ago when church grants had endowed the initial construction. Now, it was an exclusive school for children of the elite, and a few scholarship students like me. It also was a 6 hour train ride from the...
© copyright 2017 FUNNY WHAT A MOTORCYCLE DOES TO SOME WOMEN—especially a Harley. Maybe it's the residual bad boy persona so engrained in American culture. But the rap and cadenced thump of that heavy V-twin exhaust seeps a kind of allure into most minds. It rouses the dormant spirit of rebellion that resides deep in the soul of a good many people out there...